Life amidst the concrete, green with specks of brown.
A survivor, miles away from where you should have landed, sprouted, grown.
You are a renegade, a true fighter.
Concrete could not stop you.
Others follow in your footsteps.
Children struggle to follow your path.
The efforts of those who came before and unsuccessfully after.
Brown, barren carcasses blowing in the wind.
But not you.
Your roots are steadfast.
Strengthened by your will
determination for life.
Your leaves, green and healthy, flow in all directions.
They spill onto the pavement,
announcing their victory.
Claiming their place in the sun.
The black tar is your home.
You gain sustenance from bones of beasts long dead.
Coated, under stone graves.
Fleeting diamond specks twinkle in the sunlight.
I examine you closer.
I dare not pluck one of your noble leaves.
I move your stem to see your heart.
It is strong.
I know if I was the most determined
I could not extinguish your existence.
You are a survivor in no man’s land.
Where only giants and the noblest of insects dare to tread.
You are an outcast.
Observed in awe and wonder
by your brethren
to the far left and even further right.
***This started off as a free write mess. I tried to work it into a poem. Does it work? What should stay and what should go?
Thanks:)
“The Walkabout”
Life amidst the concrete, green with specks of brown.
A survivor, miles away from where you should have landed, sprouted, grown.
You are a renegade, a true fighter.
Concrete could not stop you.
Others follow in your footsteps.
Children struggle to follow your path.
The efforts of those who came before and unsuccessfully after.
Brown, barren carcasses blowing in the wind.
But not you.
Your roots are steadfast.
Strengthened by your will
determination for life.
Your leaves, green and healthy, flow in all directions.
They spill onto the pavement,
announcing their victory.
Claiming their place in the sun.
The black tar is your home.
You gain sustenance from bones of beasts long dead.
Coated, under stone graves.
Fleeting diamond specks twinkle in the sunlight.
I examine you closer.
I dare not pluck one of your noble leaves.
I move your stem to see your heart.
It is strong.
I know if I was the most determined
I could not extinguish your existence.
You are a survivor in no man’s land.
Where only giants and the noblest of insects dare to tread.
You are an outcast.
Observed in awe and wonder
by your brethren
to the far left and even further right.
***This started off as a free write mess. I tried to work it into a poem. Does it work? What should stay and what should go?
Thanks:)